Fantasy: The Starting Sect Saint Child, The Protagonist Recognizes The Eldest Child

"Yes, Xiao Yan first killed the son of the great elder of the Blood Knife Sect, and then spread the news that Saint Child had obtained Strange Fire, which caused so much chaos to our Yunlan Sect!"

"Saint Child, even if he is your stepson, you can't protect him like this!"

"Xiao Yan must be punished, you spoil him too much!"

Several elders spoke righteously and made strong demands.

"This?" Mu Qingcheng pretended to be embarrassed, looked at the kneeling Xiao Yan, and said helplessly: "Yan'er, what the elders said makes sense, but you have caused a lot of trouble during this time, so as a father, you can I’ll punish you to confinement in Youhan Cliff for one year!”

"Saint Child, is such a punishment too light?" an elder asked.

Mu Qingcheng frowned, "Yan'er is young and ignorant, and it is inevitable that he will get into trouble. Don't say any more. I, Saint Child, know it all!"

Mu Qingcheng did know that the reason why he imprisoned Xiao Yan in Youhan Cliff was because there was a big gift waiting for Xiao Yan there.

Mu Qingcheng looked at Xiao Yan again: "Yan'er, this year, you should think about it carefully, reflect on it, and strive to correct your evil ways. If you take the time, I will visit you with your mother!"

"Bastard!" Xiao Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, clenched his fists tightly and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh.

Mu Qingcheng, you bastard, you stole my Strange Fire, and you still humiliate me like this, I will cut you to pieces!

Xiao Yan couldn't help but look up at Qianye Jiaxue, and saw that although she was facing him, her eyes were always on Mu Qingcheng, and he suddenly felt angry in his heart.

Strange Fire was snatched away, is it possible that Senior Sister Chiba’s heart will also be snatched away?

ah!

asshole!

Mu Qingcheng, you deserve to be damned!

"Wow!" Xiao Yan was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then he passed out and fell at the feet of Qianye Jiaxue.

"Ah!" Blood splashed on the hem of Qianye Jiaxue's skirt. Qianye Jiaxue's face looked a little ugly. This Xiao Yan, really, Saint Child is protecting him, and he is still so angry!

"Yan'er!" Mu Qingcheng came over immediately with a worried look on his face.

Yan'er, don't be so angry that it's not the time for you to die yet. He touched the tip of Xiao Yan's nose.

Mu Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay, Yan'er is still alive.

[Ding, the host once again punished Xiao Yan in public as a stepfather. Xiao Yan felt that the eyes of the female partner Chiba Jiaxue always stayed on the host, and he fainted with anger. He robbed Xiao Yan, the destined son, of 600 luck points, and rewarded the host with 600 villain points! ]

Mu Qingcheng's lips curled up in amusement, and he added another wave of villain points.

A few days later, Feizhou returned to Yunlan Sect, and Mu Qingcheng came to the foot of Saint Child Peak.

A tall figure was holding a baby, with a little follower waiting for him behind him.

"My husband!" When Su Qingdai saw Mu Qingcheng, the tip of her nose felt sore and her eyes were slightly red. During this period, she dreamed of her husband coming back every night.

Although the separation was only more than ten days, to her, it was like separation for three autumns. Mu Qingcheng also walked quickly to Su Qingdai and hugged her into his arms.

"Madam, I'm back!"

"Ms. sir, I miss you so much!"

Mu Qingcheng held Su Qingdai's waist and smelled the fragrance emanating from her body, feeling her blood stirring.

"Daddy, I want to hug you too!" From the side, Mu Zihan said in a sweet voice, interrupting the tenderness between the two of them.

"Okay, daddy will hug you!" Mu Qingcheng knelt down and picked him up.

In the distance, Xiao Yan happened to see the happy appearance of this family and immediately clenched his fists in anger, with veins popping out on his pale face.

"Xiao Yan, what are you looking at? Come with us to Youhan Cliff!" The Divine Treasure monk on the side shouted coldly, and pushed Xiao Yan hard, almost knocking him to pieces.

"Made, you bastard!" Xiao Yan turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"Hey, you still dare to glare at me. Believe it or not, I will arrange the coldest place in Youhan Cliff for you!" The Divine Treasure monk suddenly became angry.

"You dare!" Xiao Yan was not afraid at all. He turned around and cursed: "You are really looking down on others. Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are? It's just a Violet Palace, how can you rebel?" the Divine Treasure monk said with disdain.

At this time, a deacon of the Yunlan Sect from the Divine Treasure Late Stage walked over quickly and slapped the Divine Treasure monk on the forehead, "You are the one who is riding a horse, Master Yan, can you beat him?"

"Yan, Young Master Yan?" The Divine Treasure monk was stunned.

"Young Master Yan is the stepson of our Saint Child. If you don't want to live anymore, if you dare to be rough with Young Master Yan, please apologize to Young Master Yan!" the deacon scolded sternly.

"Saint Child's stepson?" Brother Divine Treasure was stunned, then remembered something, and said quickly: "Young Master Yan, I'm sorry, sorry, it's my fault, my fault, I didn't know you were the stepson of His Highness Saint Child! "

"I've been staying at Youhan Cliff during this period, and I don't know much about things outside. I didn't recognize you, old man!"

Brother Divine Treasure immediately bent down and said, Xiao Yan felt an inexplicable sense of joy in his heart when he looked at him like a slave.

Suddenly, he discovered that having power was so satisfying, and he didn't seem to be as averse to the words Saint Child's stepson as before.

If he had been mentioned as Saint Child's stepson before, he would definitely have fought with these two people.

But after what happened with the Blood Knife Saint Child, he suddenly felt that his resistance was reduced a lot.

Mad, why am I so mean now? Xiao Yan cursed himself in his heart, but did not deny it. Instead, he said coldly: "As long as you know it!"

"If you dare to be disrespectful to me again, believe it or not, I will kill you with just one word!"

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I will definitely change my ways in the future!"

The Divine Treasure monk nodded and bowed, then took out a storage bag.

"Young Master Yan, this is a tribute to you. There are five thousand spiritual stones in it!"

"Five thousand?" Xiao Yan frowned. The last time Li Junfeng made a move, a Violet Palace Ninth Layer monk, the shot was 10,000 spirit stones. You can give five thousand for a Divine Treasure?

"Young Master Yan, those five thousand are to honor you, and these five thousand are to apologize to you!" The Divine Treasure monk felt a pain in his body, but he still obediently took out another five thousand spiritual stones.

"Hmph!" Xiao Yan snorted coldly and accepted all the spirit stones, using his power to bully others.

Youhan Cliff is a very peculiar place in Yunlan Sect, extremely cold.

Spiritual energy is very rare. If a disciple of the sect violates the sect's rules, he will be sent to Youhan Cliff for retreat and reflection. The people responsible for the affairs of Youhan Cliff are an inner sect deacon and several Divine Treasure realm monks.

at this time.

"Young Master Yan, what do you think of this place? This is the place with the strongest aura in Youhan Cliff! We have also set up a Spirit Gathering Formation to facilitate your cultivation, Young Master Yan!" The Divine Treasure monk's name is Wang Yong, with a flattering look on his face. road.

Xiao Yan looked around and nodded: "Not bad!"